I start with an empty bowl, which I half fill with tepid water. Then, after selecting the correct measure (it’s the pretty violet one), I add a teaspoon of hope.
On top, I sprinkle a dash of moral rectitude, followed by a tad of joyous inspiration.
Next, my proprietary blend of spices: calmness, intelligence, and true felicity (hint: go to a reputable health food store, and get the Jamaican stuff).
But sometimes I get discontentedly hungry by mid-morning, so to thwart that ever-giddy feeling, I have a small bite of presumptuousness.
There. I’ve done it. I’ve stuck to my no-calorie diet!